Best Sadblue Poems
They say, to be loved is wonderful
To eyes it is brilliant like rainbow
Like butterflies and blossoms colorful
A breeze swirling like fragrance’s flow
Like gardens where flowers blow
Like balm to the hearts forlorn
Sweet like honey, bright like star’s glow
Like in cold the garments worn
It is like the candles’ tongue that moths invite
Like the bright stars that adorn the sky
The burning flame that hearts ignite
Like the blue horizon where swallows fly
A melody from the heart’s string
A blue lake with swimming swans
A bow of roses where nightingales sing
A fragrant valley where fireflies dance
To a heart forlorn that is starved of love
Life is like an endless desert’s thirst
The pangs of anguish making life tough
Souls bleed and wounds burst
In my long life only apathy I know
Life is only a ceaseless torment for me
To find true love, tell me, where to go
Hearts do not feel, eyes cannot see
Salty air, slight breeze and
glorious pearl white sand beneath
my delicate feet crunching almost
silently.
I walk along carrying my soft shoes
that were once worn in the presence
of your sweet smile.
The waves make the only sound in this
bubble I have created, they break
against the mossy rocks with the
sound of thunder, spreading white foam
and sea spray before receding back into
the ocean where lonely souls have gone.
Daylight slowly changes to sunset
spreading colour over the once blue sky;
clouds absorb them like sponges.
I look at the horizon wondering what
was out there, wandering far beyond
that edge where the sun was now resting.
The sand beneath my feet glitters softly
in the fading light, reminding me of
the sparkle in your blue eyes.
“maybe that is why I come here”, I think
to myself; the dim sparkle brings
memories out from under the dust I
purposely created to mask the pain of
your sudden departure from this earth.
Twilight follows, the horizon is no
longer present and the sky is darkened
allowing the first stars to shine down
on me.
Each star appears separately, like someone
lighting candles behind a dark veil.
The breeze blows a little stronger; goosebumps
appear on my skin you once touched.
A tear slowly runs down my face,
I am alone without any sense of why
each day goes by and then begins
again, trapped in an endless cycle,
as for myself, this cycle does not
exist for I am trapped in a bubble
of suffering for love was severed,
like a knife cutting through skin.
Regardless of a new day it will always
be night for my soul has been lost
to the ocean; silent and alone.
There was a blue in his eyes
when his frown creased his brow,
a blue in his eyes
when tears slipped down his cheeks;
I fell in love with the blue in his eyes.
I drowned in the ocean
When he looked at me,
I felt my lungs hitch
as air swirl along my tongue.
There was a blue in his eyes,
when he let me go.
Blue calm, blue relaxed
Sea-blue, clear blue skies
Feeling blue, blues music
His blue eyes.
When did blue turn purple?
Feel bruised, hurt, sore
Purple of a whore's dress
Purple echoes of a slammed door.
Why did purple turn black?
Leaden, stifling black fear
Can anyone hear me?
Am I still here?
Now I stand on the edge
And I hear them call-
In the distance, blue voices
Growing loud as I fall.
Why would he choose a blue rose?
Heaven it's sickly color
I will pretend it's pretty
For our anniversary
Oh! I understand his thoughts
Cobalt Blue my favorite___
How I enjoy my pink rose
You know one on the trellis
He did not know I was sad
He never picked up on clues
When he brought the blue rose home
Clueless or did he plan this
Plan to feed the depression
So that I would get in deep
Deeper into the despair
Despair that leads to my death
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grave sapphire eyes
sting with tears, and she shivers
her cold hands turn blue
donning his Navy pea coat
her blue mood lifts with the fog
For Francine's Contest "Blue" by Carrie Richards
She would see it in the window
Each morning as she'd pass
The sun would make it come to life
This doll that was made of glass
Her eyes as blue as the deep blue sea
She was truly a vision of grace
Her mother marveled at her smile
Each time they'd pass that place
This princess made of crystal
So fragile, yet so strong
Could somehow take her pain away
She'd suffered for so long
Stricken with cancer at five years old
The chemo would come too late
There was nothing else left to do
To help this little girl's fate
They bought the crystal princess
And placed it by her bed
But two weeks later she was gone
They found the little girl dead
They put that doll made of glass
On the tombstone where she lies
And in the spring each time it rains
The crystal princess cries
The desert breeze
Blowing across sun baked sands
Lifeless eternity going off in all directions
Tracks of wagons show through beneath the blue skies
Centuries of dust lifted into the air by swirling winds
Covering every trace that life was ever there
Heat as hot as any oven roasts even the strongest soul
Water holes that were there one day
Dried up overnight
Surrounded by the bones of horses left behind
And the graves of a few men
Buried by love ones left to suffer
How did they make it?
What made them push on through Hell on Earth?
In the distance there were mountains
Maybe a day away
Most likely a month
Snow covered peaks tempt the soul
Plush with the tallest trees draw them to the west
With rivers flowing like strings of jewels
Rolling down moss covered rocks
Toward the deep blue green sea
The smell of the pine
The clean scent of a waterfall
Drifts across the empty sands
Filling the few left with hope
People and horses struggle
Suffer through pain unimagined by others
Hours, days and weeks more
To stand at the foot of the Rockies
And get a look at the Promised Land
So they will suffer no more